The Factor

"Factoring?" Elizabeth said, her brow furrowed. The man sighed, looking at her heavy breasts and ass to remind himself why he was entertaining this at all.

He had none of the good traits as Victor, and all of the bad. He was sloppy, heavyset, and always had fast food on his desk. He was crude. He was impatient. And it was all about satisfying the latest urge -- no tact, no strategy. How he was even 'friends' with Victor was beyond Elizabeth. He had an office in a stripmall. His name was Charles Broadus.

"I lend and collect money. My clientele is ... not as exclusive as our mutual friend. So my cash flow is irregular. So Victor lends me 70% of my collections at the beginning of each month, which pays the bills and funds life. I repay that by the end of the month with interest. It's gone well for years, but I have a few particularly bad debtors right now. Some of these respond to my way ... but some may respond better to your way," Broadus said.

"How much are you out to Victor now?" Elizabeth asked. Broadus frowned.

"None of your fuckin' business, bitch," he growled. He threw down a stack of papers, stained with grease and contact information. "Three names, a total of $30,000. You do good work, Daddy Broadus will give you a bonus."

Elizabeth retched internally. This was for Victor, and by no means would Broadus be giving her a bonus, she thought.